make them real

A hologram of a man stains my stare

How many times can my body repair

The snakes great embrace cut off my air

Then one day I answered my prayers

So, I scream my dreams to make them real

No one can destroy my ability to heal

I walk eyes high with a slumbering smile

You aren’t a witness, you missed my trial

The giant feet that God gave to me

Stomp on your idea of our memories

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